Passing Through

Part Twenty Three

He loved the way she blushed, hating the way he had cornered her. Rolling her eyes she barged past him, "wish I'd never bothered."

There was no contempt in her voice, in fact he was sure she was trying not to laugh, and he rushed after her, but before they reached the stairs that led down to the exit of the building, he dragged her through a door, into a storage cupboard.

"Romantic!" she offered boldly, suddenly not as coy as she was.

Nodding, he only gave her a moment, before he silenced everything by sweeping his lips onto hers. Need overtook any witty comeback. Pressing her into a shelf filled with bottles of industrial cleaner, Bo was unperturbed, she was draped around him, and he around her, and he was lost in the passion and fury that existed when they kissed. Every. Single. Time

"Are we going to have sex in a broom cupboard?" Natasha was panting, struggling to fill her lungs with fresh air, but she finally managed to whisper against his cheek, his hands were under her clothes, one cupping a buttock, the other climbing up towards her bra on a mission.

He groaned, reality hitting him like a thunderbolt.

"That's what you do to me. Make me do things I would never normally."

He laid his forehead against hers, "shit."

She chuckled, a low sexy sound, "it's not the most comfortable location."

Kissing her briefly, he smiled, "hardly romantic, as you told me when I dragged you in here."

"And now your teammates will see me sneaking out...I look like a right tramp."

"I'll get us out unscathed, and you are not a tramp."

His kiss distracted for a moment, which is exactly what he wanted. Then he turned and opened the door a fraction, the hallway was deserted, so with a quick grin he pulled her out of the room, and they ran down the stairs together.

Delivered Chinese, ate wearing his t-shirt and shorts between them, at the small breakfast bar in his kitchen. They'd come straight to his house and devoured each other whilst waiting for the delivery, and now, as they sat eating and talking, Natasha felt her heart melt a little more, she was really starting to like this boy...man. She'd already blushed and teased him when she realised at twenty seven he was four years her junior.

"Age is just a number," he'd kept reminding her as he drove her to distraction with his beautiful body and gifted hands.

He was talented in so many ways, driving her wild before, and then after food.

The next morning she woke in his arms, and groaned.

"What's wrong?" He asked kissing her head.

"Just realised that I'm about to appear on a Sunday morning in the trendiest part of town in last night's clothes. Walk of shame and all that."

He pushed her onto her back so that he could crawl over her, "shame?"

That made her roll her eyes, "it's saying."

He shrugged, "one minute I'm too young, then I'm causing you shame...you're lucky I am not a sensitive soul...but it may take some time to make it up to me."

Bo grinned as he watched her catch his drift, her eyes widened, "really?"

He nodded, placing his hands behind his head, as if to offer her his body for her apology.

She should deny him that, be angry at his brazenness, but she wanted him as much as he wanted her, and she wasn't about to deny her self at the same time, instead holding his gaze, she let her hands slide down his muscular body, to cover as much smooth skin as she could manage.